• In violent apparitions I see it all
    Your chain, your ball, you cuts and bruises.
    In looking at you I see how we
    Lose, in our own ways, our own way.
    I see how we and I and you
    And he and she and they and them
    With all of the ties that tangle us together
    Trapped with the turmoil, the trudge the tatter,
    The detritus. And the walking detritivores feed
    On the web of woes woven by those eating fresh.
    With the flick of a switch the light comes on
    I see in these eyes of mine the lies the whys
    The ups and downs the round-abouts that made
    Me who I’m not.
    Not really.
    Not the best of worlds, but the best we have.
    We could do better, make better, have better,
    But to try and to fail, to regret, fret and let it get
    One over, one more, one more that you have to
    Give away, to have taken, to lose. We all lose.
    Lose, in our own ways, our own way.